The armes, the which that Cupyde bare, The ftedfaft love, he alwaies ment. There myght you fee his band al dreft Good-wil, the maister of the fhot, There might you heare the cannons rore; And even with the trumpets fowne The scaling ladders wer up fet, And Beauty walked up and downe, Then firft Defire began to fcale, And shrouded him under his targe; As one the worthieft of them al, And apteft for to geve the charge. 25 30 Then 20 10 Then pushed fouldiers with their pykes, And halberders with handy ftrokes ; The argabufhe in fleshe it lightes, And duns the ayre with misty fmokes. And as it is now' fouldiers ufe 35 And Beauty entred with her bande, When Fanfy thus had made her breache, 10 With bag and baggage, fely wretch, I yelded into Beauties hand. Then Beauty bad to blow retrete, Madame, quod I, fith that this day Hath ferved you at all affayes, I yelde to you without delay Here of the fortreffe all the kayes: And fith that I have ben the marke, At whom you fhot at with your eye; Nedes must you with your handy warke Or falve my fore, or let me die. 45 50 55 IX. Sir IX. SIR ALDINGA R. This old fabulous legend is given from the Editor's folio MS, with a few conjectural emendations, and the infertion of 3 or 4 fianzas to Jupply defects in the original copy. UR kyng he kept a false stewàrde, Sir Aldingar they him call; A falfer fteward than he was one, He wolde have layne by our comelye queene, Her deere worshippe to betraye: Our queene thee was a good woman, Sir Aldingar was wrothe in his mind, Till traiterous meanes he colde devyfe, There came a lazar to the gs gate, A lazar both blinde and kne: 15 And on the queenes bed him layne. Lye Lye ftill, lazar, wheras thou lyeft, Looke thou go not hence away; Ile make thee a whole man and a found In two howers of the day." Then went him forth fir Aldingar, And hyed him to our king: "If I might have grace, as I have space, "Sad tydings I could bring." Saye on, faye on, fir Aldingar, Saye on the foothe to mee. 20 25 "But he hath chofe her a lazar man, "A lazar both blinde and lame." 30 If this be true, fir Aldingar, The tydings thou telleft to me, Then I will make thee a riche riche knight, 35 Riche both of golde and fee. But if it be falfe, fir Aldingar, As God nowe grant it bee! Thy bodye, I sweare by the holye rood, Shall hang on the gallows tree. 40 He He brought our king to the queenes chambèr, A lodlye love, king Henrye fayd, If thou wert a man, as thou art none, Here on my fword thouft dye; But a payre of new gallowes fhall now be built, Forth then hyed our king, I wyfse, And an angry man was hee; 45 And foone he found queene Elinore, 50 Now God you fave, our queene, madame, Heere have chosen a newe newe love, you If you had chofen a right good knight, The leffe had been your shame: Therfore a fyer there fhall be built And brent all fhalt thou bee. Now out alacke! fayd our comlye queene, Sir Aldingar's false to mee, 55 60 Now |